Chambry twirled a strand of fair
hair on her fingertip without listening to a word the teacher was saying. She
knew it all. She knew she was a clone. She knew there were dozens of little
girls who looked just like her everywhere. She knew where people who weren't
clones came from. She knew it all.

"Everything is disposable now," the
teacher chirped, "everything! Even people. Of course, a century ago – yes,
Keith?"

Keith had been raising his hand.
"Molly." Molly was the teacher's name. "How come people didn't want to have all
this a hundred years ago?"

Molly offered a light, phony laugh.
"It's not that they didn't want to – "

Chambry looked over at Keith. He was
so stupid, she thought. Didn't he know this was all people had ever wanted?

" – it was just that they didn't
have the technology."

Of course. Technology took years to
develop. Decades.

A man and a little girl Teleported
into the classroom. The little girl was a living replica of Chambry, one of
Chambry's clones.

Chambry was excited. Even though she
knew she was a clone, she'd never seen a copy of herself before. And this girl
was just like her in every way…

"Hello, Don," Molly cooed. Don must
have been the man. Chambry didn't care about the man.

She watched the little girl
intently. The little girl was just like Chambry…but her eyes were purple. There
was nothing especially unusual about that, eyes came in every color imaginable,
but Chambry's own eyes were brown. They weren't entirely identical, after all…

The three of them Teleported. All
Chambry could think about was Bridgette's eyes. Bridgette's eyes were purple.
Chambry's eyes were brown.

"Molly," a little boy shouted,
raising his hand but not waiting to be called on. Most children didn't wait to
be called on. "Where did Keith go?"

Chambry knew where Keith went. You
only got taken out of class for one reason – for being bad. Or thinking bad
thoughts. But Chambry knew Keith hadn't thought bad things – if you thought bad
things, they were projected from your eyes for everyone to see.

Eyes. Bridgette's eyes were purple…

Molly chuckled. "You remember,
Roger, when I said that people were disposable? Well, that's what happens to
bad people – we dispose of them."